User blog comment:Lordsunflash/The Golden Veil/@comment-1298206-20110621170846

''A young weasel in his early seasons of adulthood wanders along the shore. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a bottle of grog. He takes a swig of it and wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket before putting the cork back in the lid of the flask. He then puts it back in his jacket''